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Pam Baker

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  1. On March 31st, 2013 my husband Richard laid down on the sofa with his beloved poodle, and told me he had a headache. About at hour later, he screamed out to get him to the hospital. I ran to him to find him vomiting, and having a seizure. I tried to keep him on his side so he would not aspirate. At the local hospital, the scan indicated a massive bilateral bleed. He was flown to the closest Neuro ICU. Before he got on the helicopter, I told him "I love you butt head". He said, " I love you A-hole". These were the last lucid words I heard from him. He spend a month in Neuro ICU. He failed the swallow studies, and the Doctor's pushed for gastrostomy tube insertion. Against my heart instincts, I allowed the Doctor to insert the gastrostomy tube, as two of his brothers felt he would recover. He cannot speak. He still cannot swallow. He cannot walk or sit upright. He is now in a nursing home, and most of the time I don't think that he even knows me. He is 57 years old. I have to sell our house in the country as I cannot maintain it without him. He was the primary caretaker for our 3 dogs and 4 cats. As a nurse I will not be able to properly care for them, and I'm afraid I am going to have to put them down, or send them to a shelter. I am scared to death, and I feel like a widow who is mourning the passing of a man who is still alive.
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